Chapter 89

"Except for Princess Changle, they are all college students." Fu Yalan said with a chuckle.

"So are those young ladies? Doesn't it mean that women can't go to school?" Du Xiaoli said in surprise.

"Poof, who told you that women can't go to school?" maybe Du Xiaoli's voice was louder and let a young lady nearby listen, and the other party suddenly laughed.

"Well, isn't it?" Du Xiaoli asked. Because she never thought about going to school, she never paid attention to this aspect. She thought that, like in the feudal era, women could only embroider and play the piano at home.

The people in the room were quiet for two seconds, and then they all laughed. Fu Yalan said, "no, Sifang college has a college specially built for women. As long as the official children are not married, they can go to school in the college and learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, songs and Fu. They don't have to go after hairpin, or they can apply for graduation if they meet the requirements of the teacher. However, although they are in the same college, men and women have separate classes, and women can't take the scientific examination."

"It's so avant-garde that women can go to school!" Du Xiaoli sighed.

"Not only in our country, but also in other countries, there are women's schools in the Imperial College. Sometimes there are some competitions between several countries," Fu Yalan added.

"My three younger sisters have just come to the capital. Don't laugh at her. Let's wait for Mr. Mo and them. It's still early. How about we play games?" Du Kexin said. Then he took a deep look at Du Xiaoli.

"Sister Kexin, what's your good idea?"

Du Kexin put a cup on the table, then looked at everyone and asked, "do you find any difference between this table?"

What's the difference between tables?

Everyone's eyes turned to the table. Only then did they find that the table was much larger than the ordinary table and there was a layer on it.

"This table is double decked!" someone said in surprise.

"Yes. Not only that, the top floor of the table can still move." Du Kexin stretched out his hand and turned, and the top floor turned up. "I asked the waiter. They said that this table is convenient for everyone to eat when there are many people. When it is placed on it, it can turn everyone to eat. Now I put a tea cup on it, and then turn the table hard. Who stops in front of whom, and who will perform a program for everyone? It happens that there are piano, chess, calligraphy and painting here."

"Ha, that's a good way," someone remarked.

"You can play," Han Mingxiang said.

"Let's start." Du Kexin put an empty cup on the round table and began to turn the table. After the table turned twice, he let go of his hand and stopped slowly from the table.

Chen Yue was the first one to be shot. She was not uncomfortable. She made a song with tea as the theme and won unanimous praise from the people present.

The second shot was Du Kexin herself. She borrowed the piano in the private room to play a beautiful and graceful song for everyone, which aroused everyone's emotions.

"Skills are more than enough, but emotions are not enough." Du Xiaoli muttered to himself while drinking tea. I thought everyone was attracted by the sound of the piano and no one would hear it. Unexpectedly, Fu Yalan looked at Du Xiaoli in surprise. But that glance was fleeting and did not attract the attention of others.

Du Xiuheng was also selected once. He also took tea as the introduction, but made a word.

Because Du Kexin performed the lyre in front, the people behind avoided it and mostly completed their performance by writing poetry.

Du Xiaoli sat in her seat and watched the performances of young masters and young ladies. She lamented the diversity and openness of this culture. There are all kinds of poems, words and songs.

"Ah, it's your sister this time." the tea cup stopped in front of Du Xiaoli. Someone smiled and said to Du Kexin.

"Sister, just give us a show." Du Kexin looked at Du Xiaoli and said.

"Where does she have any talent? Is she going to tell you how to farm?" said a man around Chen Yue. Du Xiaoli took a look. It was Chen Yue's brother Chen Ming.

The anger in the room suddenly became a little embarrassed, especially the faces of Du Kexin and Du Kehui were a little bad, but it was hard to say anything. However, although they tried to be natural, Du Xiaoli still found a hint of success in Du Kexin's eyes.

"Then I'll sing a song," said Du Xiaoli.

"What instrument will the third sister use?" Du Kexin asked.

Du Xiaoli shook her head. She was too lazy to start and said, "can I sing directly?"

"I'll tell you what talent she has," Chen Ming said.

Generally, people don't choose singing when performing programs, unless they don't know anything. So when Du Xiaoli said singing, everyone subconsciously thought that she couldn't have any talents. After all, she grew up in the countryside. It's normal to have no talents.

"OK, then you can sing a song for everyone." Han Mingxiang said.

As soon as Princess Changle spoke, the others were quiet. Du Xiaoli answered yes and began to sing.

In the distance, under the blue sky. Golden wheat waves surged. It was there. It was you and me. Where I loved. When the breeze brings the smell of harvest. Blow to my face. Think of your gentle words. Once wet my eyes. Yeah. We used to sing in the fields. Hope in winter. But I didn't wait for the sun. This autumn scene. Let the lost oath fly. Floating with the west wind. Like your long soft hair. Once I dreamt. Yeah. Du Xiaoli finished singing only once. When she finished, she saw that everyone didn't respond and said, "I'm finished singing." "what song is this? Why haven't you heard it?" Ji Liuxia asked. Others also looked at Du Xiaoli and felt that her songs were strange. The lyrics were not like words or songs, but more like everyone talking. So even if her voice is very good and her singing mood is also very good, we still can't accept it for the moment. "This is the song I heard when I was in the countryside. It can be regarded as country music." Du Xiaoli replied faintly, and then stopped talking. "It's a rural song. No wonder we haven't heard it," Chen Ming said. "In fact, it's also good. Don't have a feeling." Han Mingxiang feels good. He's used to listening to those songs and lyrics. He can accept such straightforward music. "Let's go on," Fu Yalan said. So the table turned again, but it didn't stop in front of Du Xiaoli. Some things show that once it is to lose her face, and then it is to lose the face of the prime minister's house!